I look up and through the train window.
There are stops I’ve not seen
since childhood—Spuyten Duyvil, Ludlow.
I’m staring through the train window now
at trees in vacant lots that will grow
anywhere because they’re not trees.
I keep looking out the window
because stopping cannot be seen.
Poetry
To save the cell-phone battery—
Kimiko Hahn
A Public Space
No. 29
About the author
Kimiko Hahn’s most recent collections of poetry are Foreign Bodies and Brain Fever (both Norton). She teaches in the MFA Program in Creative Writing and Literary Translation at Queens College, City University of New York.